Hi everyone! This is my first attempt at a Dumping Ground idea that i've been dying to try out! I hope you guys like it! I'll leave a warning with each chapter, just like I do with my other stories. I hope you all have a lovely day/night wherever you all are! Warning: Story contains, boyxboy, scenes of violence, character death, mentions of past abuse, swearing and... well, you kinda get the point =3
It was not uncommon to be lonely; it's not uncommon to be different. It's not all that strange to feel like no one else around you is like you but for the blond boy, sat alone and quiet in the darkness of the early morning, this was the truth.
Born in the countryside of England. The boy had always felt like the odd one out then even worse when his parents had enrolled him at a private school for but two short weeks.
But it had all changed when they had lost everything.
He still remembered the feeling of hatred when they had just come and taken his house.
He had tried to stop them but in the end what could he do? He had been but less than eight years old at the time... and they had simply laughed as they grabbed him by his collar and tossed him onto the cold street into the freezing snow. Leaving him bare. Ripping the clothes off his back for compensation as to the money which his parents owed to the country. The snow left to bite and tear into his skin as he recovered from a couple of kicks to his chest. His breath had hitched as blood had dripped down his mouth. The cold white blanket beneath him had been speckled crimson.
No more home. No more life. No more living like a normal and civil human being.
His parents hadn't stuck around either. Why would they? To him he was the runt of an impossible child. A mistake made from no caution. A mistake that never should have happened. What was it worth to them; another mouth to feed?
As the cold bit into his bare skin he sat there terrified as the winter broke over him. He found no warmth, discovering that there was no escape from the cold. No matter how desperately he tried. No matter just how hard he worked to try and stay warm. His body felt as though it was turning to ice. Like the blood pumping through his heart and veins was becoming nothing more than a frozen waste. "J-just kill me already." His teeth chattered as he cried.
"Why would someone do that?" he looked up to see the only other British girl he had known at his school.
"Marion?" he tried hiding his surprised look as he realized he was only in a towel since he was in the shower when they had kicked him out. Even after he had scrambled for his clothes. It had not been enough to leave him with that simple civility.
"That's my name." she wrapped a large fur coat around him and smiled, "Don't ware it out." She laughed.
"Why are you helping me?" He glared, finding her to be not what he was expecting. He had heard enough rumors around the school of what she was like. He had enough talk of what she did. How she was. Who she was. He had seen her sneaking around with enough people to know that they certainly were just more than rumors.
"Because. Now, I don't have to waste my time trying to date you to get to your family's money." She shrugged openly and honest, confirming what the boy knew to be true.
Not as though he had any interest in her at all.
He'd have more attraction in a rock.
She simply smirked to herself, ignoring the boy's pointed glare. "Cause now you're as pathetically broke as the rest of us." She laughed cruelly at him, finding his situation to be more than enough to lift her spirits from her own situation. "I'd probably give you a week out here... unless you wish to join this little gold digger and learn a few important lessons."
"Go to fucking hell!" The boy snarled. His platinum hair glistened out brightly as his azure, cerulean eyes betrayed all hatred and loathing that was burning inside of him.
"That's a bit better." She nodded. "But let me help you out a bit first. Lesson one, your face and your eyes. They give to much of yourself away. Whenever someone offers you an opportunity kid, any kind which would benefit you. You take it. Regardless of the person or not. If you hate them." She laughed as she watched the way those cold unbelievably bright turquoise eyes bore into her. "You put on an even better dazzling smile and agree. You keep a nice poker face." She crouched down to his height and grinned deeply. "You keep fighting. Keep your spirit up. It's about surviving. It's not about liking people... So I'll ask you one last time. And think very carefully how you answer this, because I'll only accept one answer."
She stared deeply into his eyes. "Do you want to join me and my little family." She asked.
A smirk exploded across her lips as she watched his eyes sparkle, in the light he positioned himself in. His pearly smile split across his face as his voice flowed softly. "Thank you, thank you so much."
That's how he ended up on the streets with his little family gang.
But who cared?
He was happier than any time in his life before.
It didn't change the fact that it still took time to adjust to the entire new life which was thrust upon him.
The gang had become more and more like his family the longer he had spent with them. Well all of them except Marion.
She felt like something more to him though he could never talk to her long enough to figure out what: An enemy. A potential rival. Competition that he wanted to get rid of.
The only person there among the waste of the streets who had seen him at his weakest.
Who had seen him crash onto the street.
She was the only one who had the power to destroy him now. She could tell the others of the old little pampered rich boy who had sat on the street corner waiting for hypothermia to kill him. She was the one who could destroy everything he set out to destroy. His past. His weakness. His old life.
Which meant that he was always adapting his act around her.
He had to survive.
One morning he sat at the end of the pier next to the bridge where he often would think about his old life. "They didn't even put up a fight. They left their poor ugly son alone" He shook his head.
What he didn't realize was how beautiful he was.
He thought since love had never found him it was because he wasn't worth it. That's why he had starved himself. Put himself through so much danger in pushing his body to it's limits that when his street family had found him, they had pinned him down and forced food into his mouth while he had screamed and fought against them. They had staged their little intervention and now kept him on suicide watch on a daily basis. Making sure he drank enough water. Making sure he got enough of his crumbs and didn't give them away. Always watching him.
It just gave him practice on his acting, trying to avoid them and pretend he was fine.
But still it was difficult. Sometimes he longed for the days when he no longer had to bear the weight of the sky on his shoulders. When he had to keep in an act from the moment he woke to the moment he rested his head down on the floorboards of a pier or if he was lucky, inside of a tent. He hated having to act perfect and strong, always keeping himself hidden within. Always making sure that he was stronger and could beat others faster than they could beat him-
"Hey." Came a soft voice, "Long time no see." he turned to see a familiar woman's face with waist length hair which she soaked in petals and flowers from each morning in the river.
She wore an old woven tunic of her own making. It was a soft emerald like the boy's eyes, made of the finest (Stolen) silk, though she always said that it was merely borrowed for a better purpose. It just barely managed to point down to her knees and revealed her warm skinned legs. She always prized herself on being beautiful. Her face was slightly bronzed and she wore a smile which was spread across her face with spring warmth. She always had a smile when she came to see her little boy. Excluding the fact that she was sixteen and he was barely even reaching to nine, she was still more like a mother to him than anything else he had experienced in life so far.
For a minute the boy just stared at her in disbelief. "Persephone?" He looked at the mother of the group. They named her Persephone because during the winter she would go to the other gangs she lived with and check on how they were getting along, but she would always come back during the spring and summer. Those were always the longest months. When she was not here to guide him and help him. To prove that there was still some little amount of humanity behind the mask of his acting. To prove that he did have some life.
She gave him a hug and smiled, "That's right baby I'm home." Rocking him gently back and forth in her embrace as she held him, like she could shield the rest of the world from him.
"Don't call me that." He snapped then sighed. "I'm not a god damn baby or child!"
"Okay my little darling." She whispered in an amused voice, cradling his head close to her chest as though she could protect her little surrogate boy from the rest of the world and it's horrors, "I promise I won't do that again." She had always loved the boy, he was the most spirited out of her children here in the tunnels and side roads of the forests. He had the most fighting spirit in him, even if he kept it submerged beneath his anger and hatred, she knew that he was destined to get out of here. To find his way to something better. He had a talent. A talent that could not have been taught but only discovered. But only if she could get the boy to open up his heart and find something new. To find new life. To find something that went beyond his mask.
"I did miss you..." He looked around slightly in the corner of his eye before whispering, "Mamma." He admitted quietly.
She couldn't keep the beam off her face as she planted a blessing kiss on his forehead and looking him over. From the sloping shirt which was four sizes too big for his delicately fragile small frame, to the shorts which he wore a little too well and posed in, keeping an eye drawn over his cute and adorable form. He might look fragile but he knew exactly how to work it. How to use his cuteness to his advantage though he may protest himself to be horrid. He knew exactly which heart strings to pull during an act.
And that's what made her little baby so deadly. He was her perfect little rose.
Thorns and all.
She brushed his silver blond hair out of his dirt speckled face, brushing her thumb over his cheek as she looked the nine year old over for any bruises. Making sure he hadn't been fighting with his street siblings again. "There's something I need your help with." She whispered quietly. His eye started looking back towards the bank where a cloaked figure was stood.
"What happened?" He gasped when Persephone pulled away the hood and he stared at the hidden boys face. Long sharp needles were dug into his skin as though he was a porcupine. Each one was carefully pushed in and looked completely cruel in making the other boy tormented with pain.
That said... that said, he still blushed slightly at the boy. He had blonde and brown hair as though it couldn't decide what it would like to be more. He was thin and athletically built but the same age as Persephone's little rose. He shook his head as though he could get rid of the idea of the boy and the image of his beautiful form out of his mind.
He took a seat and the boy copied him almost mechanically. "What happened?" He repeated and reached for the first long metal needle. He pulled it out quickly pressing his hand quickly to the spot afterwards with a bit of cloth to stop the bleeding.
Persephone was quite curious to see that her little rose, had torn the cloth from his own shirt to stub the wound. She raised her eyebrow and smirked a little to herself, noticing the blossoming colour behind the boy's mask of emotions.
"I don't remember." Both blonds looked into each other's eyes and shifted uncomfortably after feeling another long needle pulled out.
"Have you got a name?" The little Rose smiled distractedly as he pulled the last needle out.
"Jamie."
"Well Jamie." He smiled, "No offence but you look like you need a shower." He laughed, looking at how filthy Jamie was. It wasn't as though he had any standards, but beneath that dirt, the little rose could tell that something was certainly there that was interesting him.
That very idea itself was new to him. Never before had he ever wasted his time for anyone he had time for.
As he walked under the bridge, he pulled off his shirt first, then shimmied his torn shorts away, kicking them off to the side and cast a look down to himself, not noticing Jamie was looking after him. Persephone's little rose certainly was something to behold. His ribs were just showing, though there seemed to be something else about him. Hidden among his arms and his chest, and underlying and growing toning which looked as though one day, the boy may be incredibly strong. His skin was lightly tanned from laying under the sunlight on the small river pier all day.
Even as a picture of beauty though, he still found himself to be ugly.
Jamie seemed to notice this moment of lingering and the little rose smiled quickly, though his eyes were slower to recover than his sad mask. For a moment a split second of hurt and pain were lingering among them.
Though at least he was content with the life around him. He was content with his small family. He was content with playing the role of hiding and toying with people. After all, it seemed to be his only lingering talent which could be of some use around his family.
He considered that as the water from the broken pipe in the wall washed over him. They had walked to the nearest bridge where Persephone took his shirt and shorts to go clean by the river. Normally her little rose would do it himself but she was still the role of his mother. She would help him and do what she could. It was real maternal instincts which drew her to him. It was like a real mother's love that she felt when she sang him to sleep when he was ill or found crying from his nightmares. She just wished her little rose would rely on her a bit more.
Jamie stared on for a minute, blushing to himself as the boy took off his patched shorts and folded them neatly.
He never really felt any embarrassment when he did this. The emerald eyed boy found that if he had to shower he had to shower. There was little embarrassment among the family. He had done it like this ever since he had first joined the family. He didn't care what other's thought of his body. Only what he thought was important. Well, except for maybe when he was acting. That's when he only ever truly cared.
The water was cool enough that it helped chill him down under the summer's heat, but wasn't chilling enough to make them cold. It was perfect to help the others who got heat stroke, it was perfect to clean yourself with and it was certainly fresh.
His hand moved through silky blond hair and down his body with delicate hands. The light glinted almost hypnotically off his skin. Before his hands moved the water back softly over his face. What he didn't know was that to the side the new boy was watching him and blushing a bright red. "Come on, the water is perfect for washing." he didn't see Persephone almost lunge forward to grab him in her arms and away from the blushing boy. Her little rose was hers. No one, whether they be boy or girl... but from the signs so far, probably and mostly she would have to be watching for any boys, for they would never deserve her little rose.
He laughed and pulled Jamie under the sprinkling water with him smiling, "Come on. Don't want to loose you under that dirt."
"W-What's your name?" Jamie whispered nervously as the boy ran his fingers through Jamie's hair. Gently raking his nails and massaging through the locks so they caressed themselves apart. "If you don't mind me asking." Jamie said softly, closing his eyes slightly and blushing brightly crimson as the other boy giggled, continuing to wipe away the dirt and clean the deep cuts on Jamie's face.
"Oh well that's an easy one." Persephone's little rose smiled. "My name is-"
-Four years later-
The outside was relatively quiet as the car pulled up along the gravel. It crunched lightly under the weight of the car and the grinding of the tires. The dark glass didn't give much away much sight to the two on the inside.
Only the faint thrumming and heavy beat of loud music on the inside of the house gave away anything at all to as what was going on. The faint sound of voices slowly rising with the music, becoming dominant in the otherwise quiet of the street. Only the occasional passing of a car was a noise which rose above the music.
The front of the car opened up slowly to reveal a slightly pale man. He looked aged and slightly tired, thin in his suit but smiling as he always would. He had speckles of facial hair after having not recently getting to shave, like his short cropped hair on his fairing head. He pointed out with his smile as he took a few steps over to open the back car door.
He was already aware of the many peering eyes, gawking from the front window, trying to get a peak.
He halted in his steps nodding his head back and widening his eyes slightly as a silent plea. He knew the boy would probably be scared enough with having to come into this place. He didn't need the first thing he saw to be everyone staring him down as though he was a new animal at the zoo.
The kids inside however only took a few steps back muttered as they walked down the faded crimson walls. One girl standing at the head of a group, wearing glasses and moving ever so carefully with her steps, to look as gorgeous as possible in any light. Her black hair wove down one shoulder and her phone was raised in her hand. "Yeah! The new boy is here! Mike's with him right now Lilly! I hope he's not like the last one. Mike's been all quiet about him! Not saying anything! I wonder if he's some kind of psycho-"
"Carmen!" Another girl frowned slightly, adjusting her blue jumper and shaking her head as she walked with folded arms.
Her skin was pale and her eyes were stern as she stared at her best friend. She walked lightly in her steps, only stopping as they entered the main room, taking a seat on the edge of the arm of the couch. Her eyes were a soft brown and seemed tainted by a sharp sadness which remained unspoken. She rested her hand on her sharp jawline, her ears intent as she listened to the hallway as the soft echo of steps bounced off the walls.
Her gaze quickly darted back to her best friend, the stern gesture returning but Carmen only just rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah Tee. Don't worry-"
"Go!" Carmen hissed and Tee groaned slightly, shaking her head in exasperation at her best friend. The girl had already ducked beneath the couch and was now staring into the corridor. Her eyes focused with intent while Tee just continued to sigh beneath her breath. "Get down here!" Carmen insisted.
"Listen Carmen. I don't think that we should-agh!" She yelped as Carmen grabbed her by the arm and dragged her down behind the couch with her.
The others darted up the stairs quickly out the way as Mike came into the hallway, smiling behind himself and to the boy comfortingly as they closed the door softly. "Welcome to Elm Tree house." Mike said softly, patting the boy's shoulder as he lead him along the corridor. "For now you will be sharing a room sorry. It may be a bit noisy, but you will get used to it. It's not that bad around here." Mike kept up the smile as he put an arm comfortingly around the boy.
Carmen and Tee's mouths dropped open slightly as they watched him pass by.
"Oh."
"My."
"God." Both whispered together watching him go by and up the stairs of the house, barely leaving even a single creak on the olden wood steps.
Mike just smiled as they walked down a few corridors till they came to the room he had been looking for. Turning that smile back at the surprising boy once again and slowly sighing as he opened the room and prepared for the worse.
The boy's startling bright turquoise eyes glistened as he took a stance in the light where they would look the most cold. The boy's skin was pale, like the sun had been lacking from his skin for a long while. He wore a low neck Italian black silk shirt with no sleeve's exposing his slender shoulders and softly toned biceps. The silky shirt hung close to his tight and thin frame.
His slender fingers slowly curled as he reached up and took off his shades, running a hand through his silver and glistening platinum hair. His aquatic, ice cold blue eyes burnt like that of a frozen sun. He wore a black jacket over the silky shirt and had his legs clamped into a tight pair of skinny black jeans which showed just really how thin his legs were.
His black platform heel shoes clipped slightly against the wall as he said nothing much but glanced around the room. His eyes locking onto the other bed and objects around the room.
"Here. So this is the new kid."
Both the boy and Mike looked up as in the doorway a young faced brunette stood quietly. His dark and calculating eyes already looking over the new boy as the slender toned brunette stared over him, watching the impassive cold blue eyes gaze through him, making him flinch slightly with surprise.
"Ryan, this will be your new room buddy." Mike looked over to the blue eyed boy to introduce himself but the boy stood still, his eyes locked onto his room mate as the silent battle of wills played out between the two boys.
"Ryan." Mike stated, bringing the boy out of his thoughts and making Ryan plaster on a smile as he held out his hand. "Good to meet ya mate, name is Ryan." He said in his natural accent. He adjusted his black jacket and straightened out his white shirt, shoving his hands in his pockets as he tried to figure out this boy in front of him.
The boy just stood there for a long quiet moment, making Mike glance anxiously between both boys and nod to Ryan encouragingly.
"I'm sure we're gonna be the best of mates." He said with a cheesy smile.
The boy slowly and with an elegant and swift move, held out his hand for Ryan, his fingers pointing down.
Ryan rose an eyebrow seeing the move more than just a hand shake.
He reached out slowly and took the boy's hand, moving his own so he would be able to shake it.
"Sirena." The boy said, shooting Mike a cold look like a warning but the man nodded slowly.
"Strange name for a boy." Ryan shot the comment coolly.
"What is strange and normal but the expectation of the majority against the minority."
"Interesting point."
"I tend to make those quite a lot."
"Oh really now?"
"Stick around long enough and you will grow to learn that." The boy said in a voice as soft as silk. It was light and careful but perfect on every word it spoke. Shaping each one of them like a weapon to hit Ryan with and making the brunette raise an eye as his puppy dog brown eyes lingered slightly with confusion, making his rub a hand behind his neck and then along the sharp length of his jawline.
Ryan stared for a minute or so, looking over the boy, trying get something from him, something or anything at all that he could use. He could always do that! He could always read the others around the dumping ground. Easily! It was the easiest thing that he could do! It was so much fun to do! But right at this moment, it was like he was looking at something which was completely impossible.
The boy's face was like a blank mask! Unable to be read! There was simply nothing there. Only the reflection of the light in the pits of his eyes as the boy had positioned himself in the space where it would catch the startling blue of his orbs and intensify them so that they startled the onlooker.
Ryan shifted his weight on his feet, looking over at Mike.
"Well, I'll let Ryan help you settle in. If you need anything or want to chat... Sirena." Mike paused slightly at the name but carried on simply, drawing Ryan's glance. "I'll just be in the office."
Sirena nodded slightly, sending the short fringe and spikes of his platinum hair bouncing slightly as they fell down over his right eye. The rest of his hair was much like that except the line of a fringe across the top in those fierce platinum spikes while the sides and back were cut short.
It wasn't until Mike closed the door that Ryan let a smirk cross his face. "Alright, what the hell was that?"
"I don't dance for apes." Sirena said simply, reaching down into his bag as he pulled out a pair of black headphones and put them into his ears after plugging them into a Samsung mini galaxy 3 phone. He tapped play on the music playlist and pulled out a length of rope lacing it around the edge of the window and pulling on it to test it's strength.
Ryan however was just stood there still slightly lost for words from the boy's insult.
It wasn't until those harsh cold eyes rolled over him again that he found his voice. "What the bloody hell are you doing? If Mike finds out that I ain't shown you around-"
"I unpacked, you told me about this place. We became friends." The boy said in a bored tone like an over rehearsed line from a play., but still his voice was soft enough and so silky that it made the words themselves sound even more interesting than they would from someone else.
Ryan just stared on a little shocked as the boy wound the robe around his hand and slowly raised a leg, winding it slowly around the dangling rope. His eyes shooting back up to Ryan.
That's when Ryan finally realized it.
All the time that he had been trying to read the boy... this new kid had been looking through him! Doing the exact same thing but obviously achieving way more easily! Ryan could feel it. The boy's cold gaze sweeping over him like he was an open book.
The boy's mouth turned up slightly at the edge in the indication of a sneer as he backed up slowly towards the window.
"I'm here for eight months." The boy stated, flicking his hair out his eyes and for the first time giving Ryan the first chance to get a good look at him.
He looked about the same age as Ryan, maybe a hint younger perhaps? Not by much though. His eyes had something in them though...
Just the same as Ryan's...
"Hey kid-"
"Bye." The kid said softly, not even giving Ryan that look as without looking he leapt back out the window with a tight grip on the rope.
"Bloody hell! Are you-"
Ryan lunged over to the window just in time to see the boy abseil down it like it meant nothing, twirling as he went and letting the sparkles of his cold hair catch in the light till he landed with a perfect balance and glanced up slowly back over his shoulder, once more doing nothing but simply looking through Ryan like an open book.
Sirena ran a hand through his hair slowly and smirked. "Don't worry. I'll be back before we get into trouble... oh and do yourself a favour? Next time. Don't wear a broken mask." With that Sirena turned around, walking away as though he had never even acknowledged Ryan in the first place, while singing softly to the song playing in his ears.
Leaving the Brunette to stand with his jaw open at being treated like this.
Who ever this little git was. Who ever he thought he was.
Ryan was going to do either one of two things.
Make the kid's life a living misery.
Or find a new friend in someone who finally in this whole stinking place, seemed to be...
Well.
Seemed to finally be like him.
This new kid had secrets. No one would have such an act and mask of perfection like that without needing a reason to have it.
Oh. Ryan grinned from ear to ear. Leaning against the window sill where the boy had leapt from and glided down on the rope. This is going to be one hell of a fun and interesting game.
